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Otra serie de eventos desafortunados au

Ok, dejemos algo en claro , no e terminado los libros, voy en "una escuela muy austera " , la que si me termine fue la serie , a si que , acompañenme a ver este au

Los baudelaire , si bien son mayores de edad(bueno ,klaus y violet) , han seguido fugitivos por su juicio injusto

Terminan en el interior, viviendo en una casa muy pequeña, y polvorienta , pero todos hacen lo mejor que pueden

Klaus duerme en el sillón, violte en el sotano ,mientras sunny y Beatrice en el ático

Violet tiene 29 , entró en crisis , por todo lo vivido, a si que termina refugiándose en sus inventos , tratando de negar su situación actual, siempre llorando,porque cree no pudo proteger a sus hermanos y descubrir la verdad de su padre , vende sus inventos bajo el nombre de " laura sniket " , de allí sacando dinero para la familia , elude mucho la realidad , y ya no usa su listón

Klaus tiene 26 , por otro lado , se volvió un josephin 2.0, siendo paranoico ,y llevando una escopeta siempre, igual trata de ayudar a su familia, ya sea con clases para sunny y beatrice, o alejando , cualquier "peligro ", el no a dejado que las niñas salgan de la casa , desde que llegaron allí, hace más o menos 5 años

Sunny tiene 14 años , para este punto , a olvidado mucho de sus aventura, solo sabe que su vida nunca fue fácil, y que por eso, tiene horribles ataques de pánico en la noche , provocados por " pesadillas ", o mejor dicho , recuerdos ,ella cocina en la casa , y también tiene la manía de amarrarse el pelo ,para pensar

Beatrice tiene 12 , al igual que sunny,no sabe mucho ,a tratado de usar sus dotes detectivescas, para saber que pasa , pero su familia es más lista , su relación con sunny, es como la que tenían violet y klaus, cree que klaus está chiflado, pero lo hace por amor ,y le gustaría que violet dejara de fingir que los padres de todos viven

Cuando ella escapa de la casa , para conocer a su único familiar vivo, y limpiar el nombre de sus familias, para que tengan la vida que siempre quisieron , klaus y sunny van por ella , solo para descubrir que violet fue secuestrada , y klaus sigue siendo prófugo

Absuelven a sunny de crímenes, pero las 2 niñas , terminan en manos de sr.poe ,y sunny solo sabe que apenas lo vio ,lo odio

Klaus es separado de sus hermanas, y decide salir de la cárcel, unirse a snicket, y limpiar sus nombre de una buena vez

Violet es secuestrada por el lado malo de vfd , para ser más específicos,por los mentores del conde olaf , al principio quiso recuperar su ilusión feliz , pero cuando la mujer le peina ,con un listón negro , algo se activa en ella , decide trabajar con ellos , solo hasta limpiar el nombre de su familia,y recuperar a sus hijas

Sr.poe lleva a las niñas con varios tutores, que extrañamente, le parecen familiares a sunny,y que mueren como peces dorados , una poeta amante del peligro y los disfraces , que termina "suicidándose", no sin antes,dejarme pistas a un hombre de gafas ,para encontrar a sus hijas

Un periodista que tenía información para limpiar sus nombres , muerto en un "accidente " de auto , pero las niñas dan con sus apuntes , y el libro de las organizaciones secretas , donde descubren todo

Terminan con un cartógrafo, con una gran casa voladora ,que les promete encontrar a violet, como termina ?, obligando a sunny a quemar una casa , y manchando más el apellido boudelaire

Llevadas a la prufrock , donde prometen reformarlas, solo para descubrir que la directora ,amante del tap,quiere a las niñas muertas, es allí donde klaus las encuentra, y logran limpiar su nombre

Mientras , violet se reencuentra con quigley , el cual a desertado del lado bueno , este le promete el cielo y las estrellas, y aunque violet lo ama con locura, se prometió no volver a caer , seguir luchando ,por su familia, y termina traicionandolo,más, cuando descubre que el mato a su propia familia

Quigley se vuelve el nuevo "olaf", cuando su lado , no pudo proteger a sus padres , y solo puso a sus hermanos en su contra , decidió que haría las cosas de forma más cómoda

Descubre dónde están los boudelaire, y secuestra a violet, logra encerrar a klaus , y aunque escapa , como fugitivo no puede hacer mucho , mata a sus hermanos ,para tener a las niñas , para tener una "familia " con su amada

Después de que violte le traiciona , logra hacer con la custodia de las niñas , y ver que sunny es idéntica a su hermana, mientras beatrice tiene todo el carácter de klaus ,hace que quiera a la mayor de aprendiz, y deshacerse de la otra , en cuento pueda , trata de engañar a sunny para quemar la casa , con su hermana dentro

Arreglo que terminarán en la prufrock , pero cuando un nuevo bibliotecario, de nombre "fausto"( klaus), entra , las niñas escapan de sus manos

Klaus lemony ,sunny y beatrice, termina en un submarino, y con ayuda de una vieja amiga, logran dar con violet...solo para que fiona los traicióne

Vfd no aceptó a su familia de vuelta, a si que se fue del lado malo, en medio del desastre, quigley y Carmelita, se encuentras con sus viejos rivales

Todo termina con un arpón, y violet, muriendo para proteger a su familia, lemony le entrega toda la información que rescató, a los huérfanos

Con sus nombres limpios , klaus puede reclamar la herencia de sus padres , y darle una vida normal a su familia, publican la obra de lemony snicket

Talvez, te gustaría creer que todos vivieron felices, que klaus, beatrice y sunny,lograron tener una familia...pero cuando cierto hombre, prende una chispa en la cocina, todos sabemos que no es el final

"you're so pretty", okay so write something for me like lemony snicket.

A Series of Unfortunate Events Meme

[½ dedications] – The Austere Academy

Jacques: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Beatrice: >:O language

Kit: Yeah watch your fucking language

Esmé: OKAY WHO TAUGHT KIT THE FUCK WORD?

Olaf: 'The fuck word'.

Lemony: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Kit: Oh my god they censored it

Olaf: Say fuck, Lemony.

Kit: Do it, Lemony. Say fuck.

I swear it's always "I love you so much!" but never

"I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world's cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a blurring, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to divide fractions, and no matter how difficult is it to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decide to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform.

I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you next Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if abandon your baticeering and I will love you if you retire from the theatre to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer.

I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.

I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm wale loves the flavor of naval uniforms.

I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of their parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safe keeping.

I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanism. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery, and as a crow loves murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a falling shingle off a house.

I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp, and as a blimp loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person's back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as a noise of a glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping out into the world.

I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest policeman. I will love you until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes that S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of V. I will love you until the bird hates the nest and the worm hates the apple, and until the apple hates the tree and the tree hates the nest, although honestly, I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and that long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you as the chances of us running into each other slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by a distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don't see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me, happens to you as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else—your co-star perhaps, or Y., or even Q. or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I think it will be quite some time before two woman can be allowed to marry—and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned.

That Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way. Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope."

I love the aesthetism here!!! Art is awesome🖼📸🎨🖌

Scrapbook page dump! Hector, Beatrice, Josephine, and Monty